by Ashe Barker
“Honey, who knows what might be possible? How was it possible that you survived when the rest of your crew died? Or that Galileo survived, for that matter? The signs are there, it looks pretty clear to me, to both of us, in fact. You are mated, to the pair of us. Live with it.”
“But—”
“This is what I wanted to talk to you about, but we were distracted by your exciting discoveries in the cargo hold. Still, no time like the present…” Luca sits up, his expression serious now. “When Sylvan asked you what you want to do in the future, you said you want to stay with us. Is that still what you want?”
“Of course. We will travel to the Absolom Quadrant, then to your home world. And then…”
“And then…?” prompts Luca. “What then? After you stun the scientific historians with your discoveries, what will you do next? You could remain on Earth, I’m certain of it, and carve out a glittering career as a curator of antiquities, a pioneer in your field. It would be a good life.”
He is right, of course. It would be a fine future for me, a life where I could make use of my talents, learn new skills, make a contribution. My life would have meaning, and I could achieve so much.
“Will you remain on Earth? Will you be there with me? Both of you?”
“Probably not,” says Sylvan. “We both tried that, and it didn’t work out. We like to move on, Llianna, there’s a whole cosmos out here, and we want to see it.”
“Then I shall see it also.”
“Now look—”
“You must not leave me there. Promise me that you will not leave me behind on Earth. We can return Galileo, explain our findings, then if you wish to leave your home world we shall. But I will come with you. I cannot be alone, I need—”
“You won’t be alone, we explained all that already.”
“And I explained to you,” I snap. “I believed that you understood. I need to be with you, and no one else will suffice. You are my males, I love you. You told me that you loved me, yet you keep trying to make me go away. I do not understand. Why do you not want me here with you when I want nothing and no one else but you?”
Tears stream unchecked across my cheeks and I reach for my discarded clothing. I just wish to be gone from this room. Unfamiliar emotions assail me and I need to think, to try to make sense of this chaotic mess.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Sylvan grabs my tunic and tosses it aside. “You’re going nowhere.”
“Then why do you keep suggesting otherwise?”
Luca rolls from the bed and takes me in his arms. “What my oaf of a partner is trying to say is that we just want to be sure that you know what you’re doing. You have choices, and you don’t need to stay with us if there’s something, somewhere else you’d rather be. Before, you had nothing but us. You knew no one. Galileo changes things, you must see that. This find, and the fact that you were the one to discover what that wreckage actually was, changes things. It gives you a place, status, recognition. You’ll be famous, Llianna.”
“I do not care for that. Once Galileo is back where she belongs I will be done with it. I have told you what I want. You should believe me.”
“We do.” Luca smiles at me, though his features are almost obscured by my tears. “We do believe you, sweetheart. We believe you now.”
Chapter Fifteen
Luca
“Now we have that settled, get yourself naked and over here. Now.” I pat Llianna’s pretty little bottom then return to the bed to enjoy the show as she peels away that sexy underwear she seems to like so much.
Nude now, she stands before us as we look our fill. This is a sight I will never get tired of. I drag my gaze upwards and note that there are still tears in her eyes and I grimace. We’re no good at the sensitive stuff, Sylvan and I, and she really does deserve better. Still, perhaps what we have in mind for her today will make up for it. Or maybe she’ll decide two males is really just one too many after all. Whatever, we’ll know soon enough, and we have to settle this if this arrangement of ours is to work.
I look across at Sylvan and raise my eyebrow. He meets my gaze, and nods.
Llianna doesn’t miss much and our brief nonverbal exchange isn’t lost on her. “What? What is this? You are planning to do something…”
She looks scared. We can’t have that.
“Come here, honey,” I murmur, beckoning her with the fingers of both hands. “Let us make you feel good.”
“No spanking?” She approaches warily, but with enough confidence and trust to clamber up onto the bed to join me there.
“No, no spanking,” I confirm as I turn her slender body then ease her backwards to rest her shoulders against my chest, her bottom nestling between my thighs. I dip my head to nuzzle that space where her neck meets her collarbone and I kiss it. She shivers, almost ticklish there. I continue to tease this erogenous zone as Sylvan comes to sit beside us on the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he commands, his voice soft.
Llianna obeys without hesitation, arching as I suck her sensitive skin between my teeth. I scrape gently, knowing this will likely leave a bruise. I reach around to cup her breasts, lifting them up and pushing them together to form the voluptuous cleavage I adore. She is small but so curvy, so sexy as she squirms in my arms.
Her breath comes in short gasps as Sylvan trails his fingers up her right leg, tracing a line up her inner thigh until he reaches the sweet crease right next to her pussy. I watch in fascination as he circles her plump entrance with his fingers, not quite touching her despite the near desperate way she lifts her hips.
“So impatient,” I murmur. “You need to learn to wait your turn.”
“You wish to come first? Of course, I shall—” She attempts to reach for Sylvan’s pants but he moves back out of her reach.
“No,” he admonishes. “Keep still or we’ll have to tie you up.”
“But, I thought—”
“Hush,” I whisper in her ear. “No more talking unless we ask you a direct question. You know you need to do as we say, don’t you? Or you will get that spanking.”
Llianna manages a small nod, and her body relaxes in my arms. Her willingness to please is delightful, but her submission is truly precious. My cock swells against her arse in appreciation.
“Do you feel that? Soon I’ll be inside you. Would you like that, Llianna?”
She nods.
“That was a direct question. Answer me with words.”
“Yes, sir. I would like that very much.”
“And Sylvan too. You want his cock as well?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then this is your lucky day. You shall have us, both of us. At the same time.”
“I do not understand—”
“That wasn’t a question. Silence, please.” I deliberately harden my tone. Llianna subsides against me, clearly bewildered but not, apparently, reluctant to continue. She trusts us, and we need to make sure we don’t waste that trust. “Would you like me to explain?”
“I would, sir. Please.”
“Sylvan will fuck your pussy…”
“My—”
“Quiet,” Sylvan commands her, at the same time sliding two fingers deep into her cunt.
“Oh!” Llianna cries out, her confusion mixing with her arousal to create a heady cocktail. She writhes in my arms, helpless.
“Is that nice?” I ask as Sylvan finger-fucks her hard.
“Yes,” she affirms. “Yes!”
“But his cock would be better, yes?”
“Yes. No… I do not know,” she wails. “Please, I—”
“And you’ll have my cock in your arse.”
“What? But…”
“You can take it. You know you can. You’ve done well with the plugs, now it’s time to use your arse as we wish. Is that what you want too, honey?”
She does not reply at once, but her silence speaks volumes. She isn’t protesting, she’s processing. I don’t press her, and Sylvan slows his s
teady thrusting in and out of her pussy. The effect is one deliciously compliant little Fyorlian, ready to experience anything we might have to offer her.
I lower my mouth to her ear again. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? When you were ready.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes. “I did know.”
“You’re ready now,” I tell her, a statement not a question. She has the good sense not to answer, but her low moan is sufficient response.
“I want to see your clit. Show it to me, Llianna.”
She reaches down, her fingers brushing against Sylvan’s as she parts the lips that partially conceal the swelling bud.
“Pretty,” I say. “Stroke it for me, Llianna. Stroke it and squeeze it in just the way you like.”
“I am not sure…”
Ah, some vestige of modesty still remains. That will have to go.
“Don’t talk, just do as you’re told, girl. Sylvan will finger-fuck you, while you play with your clit. We want to see you come, girl, so do it for us. Do it now.”
She gulps, hard. I feel the motion against my shoulder as she gathers her courage, her determination to obey, to submit. It never fails to amaze me that she will bend over and present her arse for a whipping with far more enthusiasm than she will pleasure herself for our amusement. Still, she manages to overcome her reluctance and starts to stroke her plump nub, slow at first, then more firmly, her movements gaining speed as she relaxes into the task.
“Does that feel good, Llianna?”
“Yes,” she sighs. “I believe that I may… I may soon…”
“Mmm, you may soon what?” I ask as I tease her hard nipples between my fingers. I tug on them, squeezing gently, then tightening my grip when she gasps in pain.
“Sir… Sir!”
“Is he hurting you?” Sylvan never lets up the relentless thrusting as he speaks to the squirming female between us, and I see him now angling his wrist to find her G-spot. “Would you like him to stop?”
She shakes her head wildly, her tangled hair falling forward to cover her face. Sylvan combs it away with his free hand, then takes a fistful of it to hold her head still. “He will stop, if you ask him to. Is that what you want, Llianna?”
“No, sir. I do not want him to stop. I… ouch!”
“Do you want me to stop then?”
“No,” she moans. “I want to come.”
“I know. How close are you?”
“Soon. It will be very soon, sir. I… oh! Oh…” She arches hard as her release seizes her.
I hold her as her body spasms, the ripples of pleasure causing her to jerk and shudder in the circle of my arms. I continue to torture her nipples though I gentle my touch a little. Sylvan takes over her work on her swollen clit as Llianna’s fingers go limp. Between us we draw the final tremors of orgasm from her, seeking the absolute relaxation we will require in order to bring her to the next stage.
As Llianna goes still in my arms I meet Sylvan’s gaze. He withdraws his fingers and stands up. In moments he has stripped, then he slides back onto the bed beside us. Llianna watches him in mute fascination, and offers no resistance when I lift her and pass her to him.
Now it’s my turn to get naked. I do it fast, as Sylvan arranges Llianna to drape her face down over his torso. She is boneless. Utterly spent, completely compliant, her knees bent and spread wide to rest on either side of his waist. I move into position between Sylvan’s ankles and I tap Llianna on the bum.
“Up. Kneel up, now.”
She groans but shoves her body up into the required position.
“Straddle Sylvan,” I command. “Put his cock at your entrance then sink down onto him.”
“I cannot,” she protests. “It is difficult, this way…”
“Do as I say. Once you’re there, lift up your arse for me.”
She turns to look at me, her eyes wide. “You will not… It is not possible.”
“Oh, but it is, baby. As you’re about to find out. Eyes front, and get your pussy around his cock. Now. Oh, and you don’t come again until my dick is deep in your arse. Is that clear?”
From the look of utter shock on Llianna’s face, I do not have the impression that spontaneous orgasm is a problem she expects to be called upon to contend with. She’ll learn. I drop another sharp slap onto her bottom by way of encouragement. “Get on with it, girl.”
Sylvan steadies her hips with his hands as she lifts herself up and reaches to position the head of his cock at her entrance. He winks at her as she starts her descent.
“Okay, take it slow,” he advises. “There’s no rush…”
Easy for him to say as his length is enveloped in Llianna’s tight, hot cunt. I’m fucking dying here, watching her sink slowly down around him. Even so, I wait until her bottom is resting against his thighs and he closes his eyes in blissful satisfaction. I clear my throat impatiently.
Sylvan lifts his eyelids, his green eyes dark with pleasure. He reaches for Llianna’s chin and cups it in his palm.
“Look at me, sweetheart. Eyes on me, and don’t look away. Okay?”
She nods, and on this occasion he lets her off with that rather than insisting on the words. I reach for the lubricant we keep close at hand in the storage unit beside the bed.
“Tip your hips up, but make sure his cock stays inside you. Show me your arse, girl.”
To her credit, Llianna obeys. It’s an awkward position for her, especially the first time. She will get better at this and we’ll make sure she has plenty of practice. I discharge a generous helping of the lube onto my fingers and swipe it between the cheeks of her bottom, using my spare hand to part her buttocks. Although Llianna flinches she doesn’t move as I work the lubricant into her rear hole, first one finger, then two.
I withdraw and recoat my fingers, then I insert the tip of my unlubed middle finger into her slick arse and swirl it around the entrance, encouraging her to relax, to open for me.
“Three fingers, then my cock. Okay, Llianna?”
She grunts and manages a quick nod. Brave girl.
I plunge all three fingers in at once, her rear hole stretching to allow the invasion. Llianna squeals, but her puckered hole relaxes sufficiently to allow it. I deliver several quick, sharp thrusts, sinking my fingers deep with each stroke until I know she’s ready to take my cock.
I drag my fingers out and take a few moments to smear lubricant the length of my erection. If I don’t get inside her soon I know my nuts will explode, but I have to take this slowly. I move in to place the head of my erection against the entrance that looks impossibly small. I know better though, and I press firmly, using my hand to control the angle.
As the dome of my cock slides into her hole I glance up to make sure I can see Sylvan’s eyes. He still has Llianna’s chin in his hand and is watching her intently, gauging her reactions, her response. If she’s in any real distress at any point he’ll know and he’ll tell me.
We’ve done this before, we know the drill, but this time it seems even more imperative that we get this right. Llianna isn’t just some casual playmate. This is our female. We’re keeping this one.
Llianna trembles and I pause to caress her buttock, the faint imprint of my hand still evident on the soft flesh. “I won’t harm you, honey,” I murmur. “You know that, yes?”
“Yes, sir,” she manages, though her words sound shaky, the tremor in her voice unmistakable.
I stop pushing for a moment and use the fingers of both hands to trace the outline of her anus, now stretching around the widest part of my cock. Using my thumbs now I ease the ring of muscle open just a fraction more, enough to allow me to slip right inside. Llianna sighs as my cockhead sinks into her.
“You’re doing well, honey, so well. We’re proud of you.”
She whimpers her response, but wiggles her upraised hips a little too, as though encouraging me to continue. I need no further persuading.
Little by little I ease my throbbing cock into her tight passage. Every inch
is exquisite agony as I fight the urge to ram my dick in hard, but I need to give her time to adjust, to accept. Halfway now, I stop again and catch Sylvan’s eye.
“She’s good,” he confirms. “Scared, hurting a fair bit, but she’s coping.” He raises his shoulders from the mattress and kisses her, then he lays back down. “You can continue.”
I rock my hips slowly, then faster. Each swing shoves a fraction more of my straining cock inside her snug arse, closer, closer, deeper, until my nuts nudge the base of Sylvan’s cock. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Feels good, my friend.”
“Holy fuck, it does,” I moan, then I lean forward to kiss the nape of Llianna’s neck. “Thank you, baby.”
She draws a ragged breath as she turns her face to catch my lips. I kiss her deeply, plunging my tongue into her mouth to mimic my cock, which is now embedded deep in her arse. I break the kiss reluctantly.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I think…”
“Now that we’re all here,” growls Sylvan, “it’s time to party.”
Sylvan
Luca straightens behind Llianna, his hands on her hips to hold her steady, just as I did as she eased her hot little body around my cock. He withdraws and I feel the ripple of friction as he moves, only a thin membrane separating us. He eases almost the entire way out of her then slides back in, swift and deep.
Llianna grimaces, the sensation still more one of pain than pleasure. “Too hard?” I ask.
She wrinkles her forehead, her eyes brimming with tears.
“She’s struggling. Take it real slow,” I tell Luca, unnecessarily. He knows.
Llianna relaxes as he slides back out of her, then braces for the next stroke.
I lift my hand, a signal to Luca to wait. He nods, poised, as I reach between our bodies to lay my finger against Llianna’s clit. I stroke her firmly, using slow, circular movements, just the way she loves it. She lets out a small mew of pleasure, her pussy contracting hard around my cock. I increase the pressure, my strokes speedier now, then as I sense her orgasm unfurling I press the tip, hard.
